Thinking Out Loud (boyxboy)

Where do I begin?

"Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of Love"- Mother Teresa

Jesse's POV

So where do I begin?

You know those times when you think you are still sleeping, your eyes still closed, but your mind seems to be wide awake and aware of what's happening on a meter radius around you? Well, today is one of those times, and I am certain the alarm is gonna go off in....

3....

2...

1..

'(Yeah, Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ark)

Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah-ah-ah

Yeah-ah-ah

Yeah-ah-ah

Yeah-ah-ah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Seven a.m., waking up in the morning... aefhdhabdjfkfk....'

Before Rebecca Black could speak another word... I hit my alarm clock way too hard, it must have broke.

If you are wondering how and why I got that weirdly annoying but catchy song as my alarm sound, well I have one of those iPod speakers that has a digital alarm clock function and allows any stored mp3 sound file to be played as the alarm sound. I have no choice, after 3 tardy remarks 2 weeks off the start of classes, desperate measures must be taken, even if it means my ears bleeding 7 am waking up in the morning.

And what a way to start a story, Aye?; seriously, waking up to an alarm? 'Pfffft!' I don't really know why I am having a mass of mental conversations with myself or why I seem to be addressing a handful of mind-readers this early Monday morning; and Yes!, Rebecca, as much as I want to give you a ride and strap you down with seat-belts and party hard without you, thank-god-it's-Monday; or maybe I'm just thinking out loud, if so, then that 'pffft' may have came off as a brain-fart. Excuse my rude manners.

I groaned as I forced my eyes open, stretching my arms and yawning as I sat down the edge of my bed. I looked around my mess of a room with my eyes still heavy-lidded, scratched the top of my head, then wiped the trail of dried saliva on my lips with the back of my right hand.

'Ewe!'

I thought to myself. That's not attractive at all.

I stood up trying to find my balance and slowly walked to the toilet. Standing in front of the toilet, I lowered my boxers and smirked.

'Hello there big fella!'

I said cheerfully, greeting my pet Venus flytrap plant, which I conveniently placed on the top shelf above my toilet between Pitchie and Mimi; his name is Vinnie, by the way. Vinnie has grown thrice his size ever since I got him as a gift almost 2 years ago from Billy, my Asian guy bestfriend. He gets enough sunlight from the bathroom window and it's humid enough in here, so I know he's healthy. Plus he keeps insects off my bathroom, which is nice.

Done peeing, I wiggled and tucked in my long schlong, and headed to my brother's.... half-brother's bedroom to wake him up.

The idiot, if not as, may even be lazier than I am on top of being abnormally stupid. My brother's name is Jason, we're the same age, our birthdays are only 10 days apart, and he is the older one. And we, my friends, are the product of one drunk night between our dad, Jason's mom, the legal wife, and her bestfriend, my mom. If you aren't getting the gist, they had a threesome... Weirdly enough, they never seemed to have any regrets towards that night, as Janice, Jason's mom, loved my mother very much, and with which, she seems to care for me more than her own son; or it's probably because she just misses my mom, Jeanne, too much; as I was, in a way, a spitting image of her. She died from cancer 5 years ago; and ever since I've been living with them, our dad Jake, Janice and my doofus brother Jason. Hmmmm? Did anyone notice all our names starts with 'J'?